sweet autumn

I'm slipping again. The most terrifying months are approaching. My decline usually occurs around this time. I love autumn, but I don't think it loves me. During this time, I shut down more than ever. I start to fall silent, I stop answering, I stop going out. I withdraw from everyone and push them away. Silence abounds. Loneliness abounds. I make way for my silent madness, the killer of my being.